My Fridge

Ever one to be distracted (ooo shiny object) from the work at hand by silly light-heartedness and general play-hookieness, I present my fridge…..

Blame Fausta. Since one of the commentors noted that a neat fridge is a sign of a sick mind (like the neat desk thing), I present further evidence that I am NOT mentally ill. Those who have seen my workspace (and my house for that matter) can testify to the same.